Love

Whom or who
Do we love is the
Question we accept
But seldom ask ourself
I think we first love our
Parents then siblings
In our teens what
Takes our fancy
As adults the
One we pick
To spend
Our life
With
Yet we
Love others
As dear friends
Both from the past
And with whom we
Work spending a
Lifetime of labor
Alongside and
Some work
Friends
Become our
Old friends tho
Our fondness for
Them is seldom
Called love it
Abides long
Time does
Not fade
They
Are more
Than just an
Acquaintance as
Time mellows the soul
We include them in our
Circle of those friends
We have come to
Love dear to us
As we learn to
Love neighbor
As we do
Ourself.